Poetry's a powerful tool: it can woo women, express the disillusionment of a generation, or even get a hirsute, ADD-cursed Orkan nominated for an Oscar. Seizing the day and a fistful of food, Gastropoetics.com.
From a dude who's worked in just about every part of a restaurant (and currently manages one of PDX's more popular sandwich concerns), Gastro's a hybrid of thoroughly researched criticism and poetics that has its author visiting restaurants multiple times in order to pen meditations that capture "feel and emotion" -- a gambit not seen since the heyday of the Walt Whitman Sampler. In terms of nosh spots, Gastro doesn't shy away from trendy joints, going full Silverstein on Bar Bar ("Shake, shake, Slam!/Wrap, wrap, bar!/Shake, shake, pour!/Beer, beer, bar!"), laying down quiet Basho at Violetta ("Waste only what you bring in here./We are the future and waste nothing./You are the past and waste everything."), and rocking it like e.e. at Little Big Burger ("...the border here lies somewhere between/Little big,/And largely small." -- silly poet, all you had to say was "Dustin Hoffman"). Gastro also hurls verse at dive bars ("There's so much to say./There's so much to forget./There's a minimum drink,/And an obvious max."), Halloween pumpkins ("Too fat to eat, punk'd pumpkins./You ain't got sweet, punk'd pumpkins."), and tea houses, as with "It has just the touch,/To transform the anger I feed./And I won't mind if you never would like,/To share a pot with me." -- clearly plagiarized from White House drug czar Gil Kerlikowske.
While the blog's the mainstay, smaller observations can be found on a Twitter feed, and future plans include covering food-centric events like the Oregon Brewers Fest -- where Robin Williams will win yet another award, for his Patch Sam Adams.